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The Lord Ruler's perfect capital city, Luthadel, is doing the impossible: rebelling. Skaa half-breeds are being taught the power of Allomancy, something that the Lord Ruler's obligators said only existed in the nobility. The enslaved skaa, with their murderous benefactor, now fight back against a living god's oppression.

So, the Inquisition was formed. The nobles begin to fear assassination from all sides. The times of nobility Mistborn killing each other are over. The Steel Inquisitors look for aristocrat traitors and insurgent skaa, and the skaa try with all their strength to merely survive. The Lord Ruler's perfect Final Empire is slowly devolving into chaos.

Character InformationName: IgnasAge: 46Type: ObligatorGender: MaleCanton/Occupation: Formerly the Canton of Orthodoxy. He now works as a leader of the Luthadel skaa rebellion, or at least, a prominent cell of it.Marital Status: Single

PowersType of Powers: AllomancyMetals Used: BronzeDegree of Skill: Savant (it should be noted that his genetic heritage is not the best, so despite being a Savant, his overall strength is not very high)

AppearanceHair: Bald, as all obligators. If he grew out his hair, it would be a dark, almost black shade.Eyes: Brown, almond shaped.Height: 5' 10"Weight: 165Voice: Ignas's voice is moderately scratchy, and does not sound especially commanding. It is not low or deep, but just... unassuming.Overall Appearance: He's an unimportant man if one judges him from sight alone. He's not especially small or large, strong or weak, just average. He often wears his obligator robes (though ones that are far below his actual rank) to keep up appearances.

OtherSpecial Skills: Gardening, AdministrationStrengths: Though he is a quiet person, the few words he says are often illustrious and persuasive. As such, he is a fantastic administrator. He enjoys philosophy, but has a special place in his heart for gardening, though he does not do that anymore.Weaknesses: Ignas has minimal, at best, training with weapons. He can work an obsidian knife enough to wield it, but he's no match for anyone with training, much less any street urchin.

Personality
Ignas is a man of many hatreds. He despises his family, he hates the Lord Ruler and what he has done to the world, and in some respects, he hates the skaa, for not doing more to cripple the Lord Ruler. However, Ignas is an extremely internal man, who does not voice his animosity often, if ever. The result is a very dangerous man: quiet on the outside, but utterly terrifying on the inside. He is efficient in everything he does, which makes him a fantastic administrator, but also makes him a scary opponent. Combined with his zeal for efficiency, he is also a strong pragmatist. He will sacrifice much to advance his goals, and doing such things does not make him lose sleep.

History
The man currently known as "Ignas" was born to a dirt-poor noble house in the Western Dominance no one remembers. Their keep was essentially a hut in the countryside, populated with three people: Ignas, his father, and a single skaa woman as a worker (Ignas's mother died when he was young from some disease common to the Western Dominance). Still, Ignas was beaten as a child, like all nobility. And to the shock of his father, he Snapped into a Seeker.

His father wanted Ignas to join the Steel Ministry. After all, Seekers were always in high demand at the Ministry, and if Ignas was in the Ministry, it may just bring some fancier Contracts to the House. Ignas knew it was the best option to advance his family and erase its debt, but he was adamantly opposed to this course of action. He didn't know much about the Steel Ministry, and was completely content to live in obscurity. Though, if he could create gardens for higher noblemen, well, he wouldn't mind. But eventually, after years of his family pressuring him into it, Ignas begrudingly gave in. Life at home had become too unbearable, and Ignas could take his father no longer. However, Ignas would never forgive his father. He still hates the man.

His detached personality became a perfect match for the Steel Ministry. Though he was not trained in the Central Dominance, he still became a very prominent Seeker in the Western Dominance. The Canton of Orthodoxy recruited him, and he rose through the ranks fast; so fast that he eventually became a high prelan... in the Farmost Dominance. Being so far from the active areas of the Final Empire fueled his deep-seated anger even more.

His father became concerned about his son's power, going so far as to disown him the family. Ignas, furious since he sacrificed his whole life to help them, penned an angry letter to his slightly better-off father. His father's reply revealed the truth: Ignas was half-skaa. The skaa "servant" in their house was his mother. His father never really expected Ignas to get this far, and he feared if the Inquisitors discovered the truth, everything would be destroyed.

People familiar with that family say that they were never seen from again, after that letter was sent.

Slowly, Ignas (though that is not his given name) changed. His world began to disintegrate. The Lord Ruler's theology, which once gave a small bit of solace, seemed downright false now. He was skaa; the Ministry's teachings said they were worse than animals, and yet, here he was, at a high position in the Ministry which hated his kind. Certainly his father was the model example of a "perfect" nobleman, and Ignas hated it. He hated it all. If nothing else, he hated the lies and mistruths which permeated the world. The lies his father and his god told the world.

It was around this time, about three years ago, when Ignas instigated the Farmost Insurgency. His ruthless efficiency, as well as his station in the Ministry, made it a simple task. The Farmost Dominance was doomed to chaos when he was finished with it. Of course, the Lord Ruler masked this rebellion. And in a further cost, Ignas was pronounced "dead". His palace, after all, was burned completely to the ground, so Ignas knew it would be unlikely that he would live. Besides, he turned it to an advantage.

He assumed the name "Ignas", one of many pseudonyms. It's derived from the Southern name "Ignatius", which means "mysterious". Then, he went to Luthadel. With his skill as a Seeker, he began finding Allomancers among the skaa. Soon, the real rebellion began. And who would expect an obligator to be behind it?

Roleplay Sample

The following takes place one year before the beginning of Mistborn: The Inquisition.

Fortunately, ash fell from the sky. Ignas hated it, but that didn't matter today. Right now, the ash gave him a wonderful excuse to put up his hood, which was deliberately too large. No one would be able to recognize Ignas as an obligator. If anyone in the streets of Luthadel Ignas walked had recognized him, he'd be dead. Those blasted tattoos were often an hindrance. Today, however, they would prove beneficial.

The Farmost Dominance never had this much ash. There, the nearest Ashmounts had been Morag and Torinost, but those spewed their black curse from the Western Dominance. The ash reminded Ignas how foolish the Lord Ruler was for defeating the Deepness, only to punish the world right afterwards. A real god did not sell out his people. After Ignas had essentially collapsed the Farmost Dominance--though the Lord Ruler kept that a huge secret--this ash just motivated him to work harder in Luthadel.

When Ignas was finished, this city--plague of the world--would be as dead as the Burnlands. But that would have to wait; a noble appeared.

Ignas stood on the part of Canal Street next to the Hotel District. Normally, many noblemen would be scurring about, doing their dark business, but the mists departed hardly an hour ago, so this section of Luthadel slept, except for a few. Ignas's skaa insurgents certainly weren't sleeping. Neither was this nobleman walking down the near-empty street. He seemed important, judging by the size of his retinue. The lord had ten very well armed soldiers and his Terrisman. Ignas burned bronze. None of them were burning any metals, not even the lord, which meant this plan may just work.

Ignas walked past the lord's contingent. The obligator couldn't recognize the lord--he wasn't familiar with Luthadel nobles just yet--but luckily, none of the guards recognized Ignas as an obligator, either. That was good; surprise would be key.

He will be a good target, Ignas thought. The lord moved about fifteen feet beyond the hooded obligator, a healthy distance away, because Ignas wouldn't want to get too much blood on his cloak. Then, Ignas tripped, falling to the floor. The signal.

The skaa insurgents, who were just a moment ago sweeping ash from Canal Street, rushed towards the lord. There were twenty-one of them for this mission, and Ignas made certain to dress them like beggars. Any onlooker would just think the attack was just from a desperate thieving crew.

The guards growled. Ignas heard steel cutting through flesh. He expected that; in fact, it would be surprising if any of his skaa would live. Ignas hoped the two Pewterarms he hired would live, but it may be better if they died, too.

"Lord Ruler!" a man yelled. Ignas couldn't see which guard it was, as he was still lying on the ashen street. "They're insane!" the guard said.

We're all a bit insane, Ignas thought. It's a matter of perspective.

Metal clanged to the floor. Blood gurgled from people's mouthes.

It's all perspective. Now he heard metal reverberate, perhaps from a pewter-enhanced fist? Through my humble lens, I'm convinced you are all fools, for not expecting Allomancy to be used against you.

"What do you want!" the lord demanded.

More metal armor hit the floor, but Ignas also heard at least three unarmored skaa collapse, too.

"Boxings," Garr said. A Pewterarm, though "Thug" more accurately described the man.

"My lord," the Terrisman said, "they have four more than us. It is just Paolus, you, and I remaining. It may be prudent..."

The lord growled. "Fine, take your boxings and be done with it!" Coins hit the ground, and the skaa scattered to fetch them.

Ignas rose. Many skaa had died, but virtually all the guards had, too.

"Did you see that man and that gash he had?" the lord yelled. "I could've killed him."

"That man was an Allomancer, I think," the Terrisman said. "He will die from his own wound. But the implications of a skaa Allomancer..."

"True. Take Paolus and notify the obligators! They'll want to know what happened! Hurry!"

"My lord, perhaps it would be wiser for you to take our last guard?"

"I'm Lucius Casuana," he said, picking up a sword from a dead guardsman. "I can handle the weapons I forge. Now go before the skaa get away!"

Interesting, Ignas thought. House Casuana was the newest Great House in Luthadel. They've hardly been two years here. The death of a Head of a Great House would prove a massive success.

The Terrisman and the last guard ran back the way they came, and Ignas hid in the doorway to a building. Then, he slowed walked to Lord Casuana. The skaa were mercilessly slain, the ash darkening the blood to black. Ignas counted seventeen dead. Their deaths were noble ones, and they wouldn't go to waste.

"My lord?" Ignas asked as he took down his hood. "What... what happened here?"

Casuana looked at him, then sighed in relief. "Obligator! You're a sight for sore eyes. It was a skaa thieving crew. With Allomancers, no less!" The Lord turned around, checking the pulses of his guards.

"That is indeed bad news," Ignas said plainly. He reached for his obsidian knife, and slit Casuana's throat.

In my opinion, you're a fool for trusting obligators, Ignas thought as the lord fell.